Win tix to see NOFX in their 25th anniversary–with all former members! 2/5

This is a crazy show. As if NOFX weren’t unhinged enough, to commemorate 25 years of NOFX, they’re doing a special show, which will include the FOUR eras of NOFX, with the former members showing up to play a few songs from the time they were members.

The 3 piece era 1983-1885: Fat Mike, Smelly, Melvin

Casillas era 1985-1988: Dave Casillas, Fat Mike, Smelly, Melvin

Kidwiler era 1988-1991: Steve Kidwiler, Fat Mike, Smelly, Melvin

El Hefe 1991- present: etc etc etc.

Wanna win tickets? Tell me your absolute favorite NOFX lyrics ever. We’ll randomly pick a few winners to get plus-ones to the show. Info here.

11 Replies to “Win tix to see NOFX in their 25th anniversary–with all former members! 2/5”

  1. Not so much a lyric but the entire song

    Together on the sand,
    We walked hand in hand
    On the beachfront, she smiled at me
    As she tightly held my hand
    I had my finger up her…
    Country music played on the radio
    So I turned it off and we walked down
    To the water, as she grabbed on to my honker
    A wave swept us away

    A loooooong time favorite

  2. My favorite lyrics, from Separation of Church and Skate.

    I want conflict, I want dissent, I want the scene to represent,
    Our hatred of authority, our fight against complacency.
    Stop singing songs about girls and love. You killed the owl, you freed the dove.
    Confrontation and politics, replaced with harmonies and shticks.
    When did punk rock become so tame? These fucking bands all sound the same.
    We want our fights, we want our thugs, we want our burns, we want our drugs.
    Where is the violent apathy? These fucking records are rated G.
    When did punk rock become so safe?

  3. By “absolute favorite” you mean “a bunch because I caaaaaan’t chooooose,” right?

    From “Bob”

    He got a new identity
    Sixty-two holed air cushioned boots
    And a girl who rides a scooter

    From “Please Play This Song On The Radio”

    And it takes a little pause
    Just before I sing the F word

    And from “Theme From A NOFX Album”

    That’s Melvin on six-string
    Some tell me I can’t sing
    Oh I think you can, just don’t do it around me

  4. Not necessarily my favorite lyrics, but every time I travel down Beverly near La Brea their song “The Brews” pops into my head when I see groups of Hasidic men walking to synagogue:

    “Friday night we’ll be drinking Manishevitz
    Going out to terrorize Goyem
    Stomping shagitz, screwing shicksas
    As long as we’re home by Saturday morning

    Cause hey, we’re the Brews
    Sporting anti-swastika tattoos
    Oi Oi we’re the boys
    Orthodox, hesidic, O.G. Ois

    Orthopedic, Dr. Martins good for
    Waffle making, kicking through the shin
    Reputation, gained through intimidation
    Pacifism no longer tradition

    Cause hey we’re the Brews
    Sporting anti-swastika tattoos
    Oi Oi we’re the Brews
    The Fairfax ghetto boys skinhead Hebrews

    We got the might, psycho mashuganas
    We can’t lose a fight, as we are the chosen ones
    Chutspah driven, we battle then we feast
    We celebrate, we’ll separate our milk plates from our meat

    We’re the Brews
    Sporting anti-swastika tattoos
    Oi Oi we’re the boys
    Orthodox, hesidic, O.G. Ois”

  5. some decline lyrics:
    I wish I had a schilling.. For every senseless killing
    I’d buy a government..
    America’s for sale..
    And you can get a good deal on it.. And make a healthy profit

  6. I’ve got no problems…….. Sike!

    +++++++++++++++++++++

    Serotonin’s gone
    She gave up, drifted away
    Sara fled, thought process gone
    She left her answering machine on
    The greeting left spoken sincere
    Messages no one will ever hear

    Ten thousand messages a day
    A million more transmissions lay
    Victims of the laissez faire
    Ten thousand voices, a hundred guns
    A hundred decibels turns to one
    One bullet, one empty head

    ++++++++++++++++++++

    Represents everything I hate,
    The soap shoved in your mouth to cleanse the mind
    The vast majority of sheep
    A buttoned collar, starched and bleached
    Constricting veins, the blood flow to the brain slows
    They’re so fuckin’ ordinary white

  7. NOFX is constantly self referential – but nothing tops “Please play this song on the radio” which is basically NOFX explaining to a DJ why the song your hearing should be on the radio. It’s like the 8 1/2 of music!

    ————————————————-
    We wrote this song, it’s not too short, not too long
    It’s got back-up vocals in just the right places (just the right places)
    It’s got a few oohs and ahhs (oooh aaah)
    And it takes a little pause
    Just before I sing the F word

    Please play this song on the radio

    Almost every line is sung on time
    Almost every verse ends in a rhyme
    The only problem we had was writing enough words
    (oooh aaah)
    But that’s okay, because the chorus is
    Coming up again now

    Please play this song on the radio
    Please play this song on the radio

    ————–
    Then the song ends – this is the ‘little pause’ before the f word. Just when you think the song is over, it starts back up again —————–

    Right about this time
    Some shit head will be drawin a fat fuckin’ line
    Over the title on the back sleeve
    What an asshole!
    So Mr. DJ I hope you’ve already made your segway
    Or the FCC is gonna take a shit right on your head

    Can’t play this song on the radio (can’t play this song)
    Can’t play this song on the radio (can’t play this song)
    —————————————————————-
    Seriously lyrical genius, PLUS the song is great

    Also if I can double submit, The song “Food, sex & ewe” mentions Zaphod Beeblebrox, preempting Radiohead’s ‘hitchikers guide to the galaxy’ referencing by like 10 years.

  8. I have loved NOFX since I was 15 years old, so it’s really hard to pick just one, but I think my favorite lyrics are:

    Buy me a Becks beer or pass me a bong
    Gimmie some bushmills I’ll sing you this song
    Open another big box of cheap wine
    We’re over 30 we’re doing just fine

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